THE TEMPLE OF RUIN
Money and men in dark suits rule
This kingdom of those born of gold anointed.
Secure in the fortress of their lies
The maggot time less cruelly devours
This privileged flesh freeing it to prey
Upon innocent lives,
Devouring them wantonly and without love
And then casting away the empty husks
To make way for more unsuspecting victims.
Visions of opulence rage in their dreams
While they dine on the memories of butchered
Hearts now left only to bleed.
Those who behind their cunning smiles hide
Their darkest hearts lie down each night with
Death as their lover, but do not hear it whisper,
Be forever lost to light and grace.